No cure
There is no cure for me, I am forever stuck in this never ending cycle of self hatred. I do not know how I got here. No one can get me out, do not try. Stop telling me you like me. Stop liking me, each time I see you it gets harder to leave you. And I hate myself for this. What have I gotten myself into.
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoesíaShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
